Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.